Arrhythmia

I've developed a bit of a rythm to my Sunday mornings. I wake up around 9, check email, watch something online (most likely daily show), work out, clean my room, listen to some NPR. It is the only rythm to my life. I find comfort in it for whatever reasons.

Reflecting on this, it is odd to me that I have chosen a profession in which I hope to have no rythm. As an academic physician, I hope to be pushing boundries, treating new patients, and progressing my field. This course is not at all regular among physicians. There seem to be so many routes and such disparate lifestyles to be had within medicine. Some specialties I feel to be so adverse to the things I want to do and be, all under the umbrella of medicine. I could just as easily see myself being a fisherman as being a plastic surgeon or a dermatologist.

The rythm of being a physician is an important factor to me. I don't want to spend too much time fighting insurance companies or filing for payments. Our depleted, ruined system has taken so much of the life out of working in medicine. I wonder how much more dedicated and excited caregivers would be if this was not the case. Would quality of care go up? Would costs go down?

I have a month now to get into finals rythm. Pathology last week was quite an exciting test. The time given for the test was not enough. Classmates were running from room to room to look at slides and think about what exactly leads to subendocardial infarcts. I will be using the month to study and write papers, hopefully with some coherent rythm.